Fang Lin inwardly cursed his luck, the white-clad youth was not only strong but also had multiple tricks up his sleeve. He was in a real bind.
At this point, Fang Lin threw all caution to the wind, releasing more poison smoke and powder in hopes that it could deter the white-clad youth from pursuing him.
Upon seeing the impending poison cloud, the white-clad youth squinted his eyes, refraining from blindly plunging into it.
He pulled out a green bead from his Nine Palace Bag, which hovered around him, absorbing all of the poison smoke and powder deliberately released by Fang Lin.
With this bead leading the way, the white-clad youth remained unimpeded. Upon seeing this, Fang Lin could not help but curse inwardly.
"Boy, if you have any tricks up your sleeve, you better use them now, or we're both done for!" the Thousand-Year Corpse Ginseng shouted in panic.
Fang Lin was silent, thinking that if he died, it would be one thing, but this fellow was invincible, immune to destruction.
